He turned, a dry smirk playing on his lips. "The real me? That’s an entertaining thought."

It was the kind of fragmented, high-stakes sentence that only someone in Julian’s world could utter. Julian wasn't just a client; he was a brand. And I was the one who made sure that brand didn't have a single hair out of place.

"I've got it," I said, flipping through the itinerary. "But before you see her, we have to finalize the 'Lifestyle and Entertainment' pitch for the streaming network. They want the 'real' you, Julian. Not the curated version."